"Why did that beauty get out of the car? She’s even blocking that Passat. Did she mistake it for her own? That isn’t an Audi!"
"Could she know that lad? Dumping soone with a Range Rover for a guy with a Passat?"
"No way. Absolutely impossible. I bet she has a grudge against that kid!"
When the mbers of the Street Racing Gang saw Ye Lin get out of her car to stop Lin Feng’s, they all groaned in dismay. When they noticed she actually got into the passenger seat of the Passat, they all wore expressions of utter shock, as if they’d seen a ghost.
"Bloody hell, I’m not believing in love anymore. I’m handso, and I drive a Ferrari. Why didn’t she choose my car!"
"That guy looks really young, doesn’t he? Could he be her younger brother? Or maybe her son?"
"Bloody hell, that woman is only in her twenties. How could she have a son that old? Are you dumb?"
...
"Lin Feng, what are you doing here?" Ye Lin asked with a serious expression as she comfortably settled into Lin Feng’s front passenger seat.
"I was going to ask you the sa thing! Dressed so seductively, what are you doing here?" Lin Feng shot a glance at Ye Lin, a sour note in his voice.
Ye Lin wore a very tight, black mini-jacket, zipped only halfway up. This revealed a tantalizing glimpse of her white bra and the impressive cleavage of her ample bosom—a sight captivating enough to steal any man’s soul. Below, she wore a simple black skirt that barely reached mid-thigh, exposing her smooth, pale thighs, which seed more lustrous than warm jade and looked as if the skirt might slip off with the slightest tug. Her outfit was so provocative it could make a man’s heart pound.
"Are you jealous?" Ye Lin revealed a rare smile, giving Lin Feng a sly, sideways glance, her eyes full of charm. "Don’t let your imagination run wild. The guy in that car was Yan Su. I’m on a surveillance mission!"
"Yan Su? He’s here too?" Upon hearing Yan Su’s na, Lin Feng imdiately recalled the missions they had undertaken as part of the Falcon Squad. It’s probably not convenient for him to see right now!
Ye Lin said she was on a mission. Lin Feng figured she was probably using a cover to gather information about these mbers of the Street Racing Gang.
"You catch on quick!" Ye Lin said, a hint of approval in her eyes. "But his status isn’t anything special. He’s still an outsider doing grunt work for the Qingzi Sect, still in the observation phase. You’d need a proper reason to et him."
"Qingzi Sect!" Lin Feng frowned, glancing towards the Range Rover. He saw the two burly n in black tank tops, whom he had previously taught a lesson, now standing by Yan Su’s car window, earnestly reporting sothing and occasionally pointing in his direction. He was inwardly exasperated. Those two were actually asking Yan Su to deal with ! It looks like I’ll have a good reason to et Yan Su soon enough. But first, I need to handle this matter with Song Cai.
"Eh, why is there a strange sll in your car..." Ye Lin suddenly wrinkled her brow and sniffed lightly a few tis. She felt the air in the car carried a peculiar scent that made her blush and her heart race...
...
Lin Feng didn’t know how to answer Ye Lin’s question. He couldn’t very well tell her that just monts ago, he and Tang Rou had been intimate right where Ye Lin was now sitting, and that was likely the source of the sll...
Luckily, Song Cai arrived just in ti to break the awkward silence.
"Lin Feng, I didn’t think you’d actually show up!" Seeing Lin Feng, Song Cai was surprisingly magnanimous, not holding Lin Feng’s tardiness against him. Instead, his eyes held a trace of pity.
"Where’s the money? Stop trying to act chummy; I don’t know you!" Lin Feng retorted, not giving Song Cai any face as he pulled his large suitcase from the back seat and asked nonchalantly.
"It’s all ready!" Song Cai also produced a large suitcase from his Maserati. He unzipped it slightly in front of Lin Feng, revealing the bright red stacks of cash illuminated by the car’s headlights.
"Alright, how do you want to do this?" Lin Feng could tell at a glance the money was real. He looked at Song Cai with that sa trace of pity. I wonder how you’ll feel losing to while you’re in your precious Maserati!
"A straight run on Panshan Road, then right for the downhill section and left for the uphill. One lap decides the winner!" Song Cai said coldly, his eyes narrowed.
Lin Feng glanced at the turnoff. The Panshan Road to the right wound over several small hills with many curves, flanked by cliffs—a treacherous route. After descending, there was a slightly curved, ten-kiloter straight stretch at the base of the mountain. The final leg was an ordinary uphill road of about five kiloters, nothing too special. To win, I’ll have to dominate on the winding path and then keep the Maserati from overtaking . It sounds hard, but I’m confident I can do it.
"Let’s get started." Lin Feng nodded to Song Cai.
After Song Cai found three people to act as tikeepers and adjudicators, he told them about the wager and tipped them twenty thousand yuan. This was customary—a one percent commission—and Song Cai even covered Lin Feng’s share!
"You want to race him, using your Passat against his Maserati, betting a million yuan?" Ye Lin, who had been silent all this ti as if trying to understand the situation, finally stared at Lin Feng in disbelief. "Are you insane? You can’t possibly win!"
Not only did Ye Lin think Lin Feng was mad, but everyone else present also believed he had lost his mind.
The crowd started murmuring. "Those adjudicators just said the kid with the Passat is going to race Song Cai. One lap to decide the winner, betting a million!"
"Damn, did I hear that right? A Passat against a Maserati, and they’re betting a million?"
"I think my ears are playing tricks on too. If they aren’t, then that kid is definitely nuts!"
"This is basically giving money away! Why don’t I ask Song Cai to let race? I’ll even take a slight hit and bet two million against his one million!"
So of the younger street racers, accustod to side betting, began to shout, "Place your bets, place your bets! Bet 100 on the Maserati to get 110 back! Bet 100 on the Passat to get 1,000 back!"
"They’re actually offering ten-to-one odds? Anyone who bets on to win would make a killing!" Lin Feng seed not to hear Ye Lin’s questioning, instead chuckling with interest at the talk of betting.
"How could you possibly win? Whoever bets on you is guaranteed to lose big ti!" Ye Lin gently touched Lin Feng’s forehead, suspecting he might be feverish.
"What if I do win? You shouldn’t underestimate ." Lin Feng felt a tickle in his heart from Ye Lin’s touch, and a very bold idea suddenly popped into his head.
"You think you can win? Humph! If you win... you can do whatever you want!" Ye Lin glared at Lin Feng, very unconvinced, her expression clearly saying, "So what if I’m looking down on you?"
"Alright. If I lose, you can do whatever you want with . But if I win..." Lin Feng glanced at Ye Lin’s ample chest and grinned mischievously, "you’ll let touch them for two minutes!"
"You... pervert! Who’s afraid of whom? Humph! If you lose, I’ll make you run naked for ten kiloters!" Ye Lin stared fiercely at Lin Feng and, after a slight hesitation, defiantly agreed to his bet.
"Then you should get out of the car. I’m about to start!" Lin Feng said, his spirits lifted by Ye Lin’s agreent.
"No way! Who knows if you’d try so trick on the road, like bribing your opponent! I’m staying in the car to watch you win!" Ye Lin said with a mischievous smile, showing no intention of getting out.
"Huh?" Lin Feng was a bit dumbfounded...
At Ye Lin’s insistence, Lin Feng reluctantly drove the Passat to the starting line alongside the Maserati, waiting for the signal from the adjudicator.
With a wave of the signal flag, the Passat and the Maserati shot forward simultaneously, heading onto Panshan Road!
anwhile, unnoticed in a dark corner, a black Humr with its headlights off quietly turned onto Panshan Road.
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